All Chapters of His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EmmaAs I made my way towards the door, the man inside the office Luca just left summoned me to enter. Even though I felt hesitant, I knew I had to go in; if not for following instructions, I'd do it to ensure Luca had what was coming to him. Anyway, I had heard through small talk that this man was Luca's number one, and it would be beneficial to have him on my side if I ever wanted to gain a foothold in Luca's life.The man introduced himself as Niko and held his hand for a greeting, but I was not in the mood for pleasantries. I ignored his outstretched hand and walked past him into the office. My father had always taught me that I was worth more than an outstretched hand in greeting, and I was not about to let anyone make me feel otherwise.As I looked around the room, I quickly assessed the layout and noted any potential escape routes or hiding places. The room was rather bland, with only a single desk with no hiding place, an open chair, and a small filing cabinet. The only other

EmmaLuca lends me his office when the planner arrives. She's obviously Italian. Her sun-kissed skin and brown hair proved that before her mouth even opened, but her greeting in Italian, stating her name was Alessandra, further supported my thoughts.I should be ecstatic that I'm planning my wedding day, but after this morning and the memory of the knife I pulled on Luca, my thoughts have been spiralling into the depths of my own hell.Why did I reach for my knife?And why the fuck did I press so hard that a line appeared in crimson over his neck?I'm spiralling when she sets things on the desk I'm sitting behind. Luca's smell is surrounding me, and though that should be comforting, it isn't."Luca instructed me that the invites must be delivered no later than tomorrow morning. I have a list of important families he wants to attend. Would you like to add to it?" She asks, shoving a bonded folder of instructions that Luca seemingly put together for her.I take the folder quietly, flipp

I apologise to Councillor Steven and his wife, Bella, as I guide Emma out of the grand hall, moving us through the house as I stride purposefully, I lead us out to the gardens, and then I guide her to the fountain we used to spend more of our time than we were supposed to."Luca?" Emma whispers at my change in direction. I think she's keeping her voice low so as not to betray the emotion flitting through her, but I see her eyes as she appraises the fountain.They're wide and hurt. Does she think I'm purposely bringing her back to the place we first fell in love to hurt her?I drop to one knee as she walks a little ahead of me, her hand dipping inside the pool below the fountain as she swipes at the water in much the same manner as she used to.I snag the chain around my neck, breaking it in the process.The ring falls into my palm as I pocket the broken chain, intent on keeping it in the hopes that breaking it will bring us a new life together.Why have I brought her out here to where

The kiss takes me back to a simpler time when we would sneak kisses like this at every opportunity while believing our young love could get us through anything.His hands cinch at my waist as he picks me up, moving us to the kitchen counter on the island not far from us. My dress rides my thighs, allowing access to spread my legs where he chooses to settle."Fuck, bambina," he murmurs against my neck as he nips, licks and sucks at the skin that's on fire from his attention."Luca...""Shh, don't tell me to stop, bambina.""Please—," I pray, beg; I don't know why I fucking said that word.Am I encouraging him?Do I want this?Could we...?"Put her down; you're in public," my papa's voice booms around us, the distant smell of sweat and whisky infiltrating my senses as Luca pulls back, only to rest his forehead against my own."Mr Rossi, to what do we owe this fucking pleasure?" Luca growls at my father, stepping back only enough to angle his body to see my father standing at the door we

"Appearances," Emma whispered beside me as she walked into the dining room with an emerald evening gown on as if she were attending a dinner at an event she didn't want to attend. But her feet are bare, precisely as they should be in her home."Mr Moretta, Mrs Moretta, it's so lovely to have you over for dinner," Emma greets them quietly, confidently."You look beautiful, Emma, but please just use our names," my mother grins at Emma with that warmth she's always given Emma."What's so important to call for dinner out of the air like this?" I ask, walking to sit beside Emma instead of taking my usual pew at the north head of the table."There was an attempt on my life this morning," my father admits. Those worry lines deepen as he watches me brace the back of Emma's chair with a tight fist of annoyance.The timing couldn't have been more inconvenient if they tried.If I hadn't stopped myself, I would have sworn my hand would have entangled itself in Emma's long blonde locks to grasp fo